Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Being the center of attention of thousands of people may be a scene that all boys have dreamed of, whether it is at a grand political rally or giving an inspiring speech.

Or you could defeat a powerful opponent on a bloody arena, raise your bloody hands high, and enjoy the cheers of the audience.

Or at your own funeral, use your soul to observe how people remember you, if you have a soul.

Mr. Leon Wang had imagined all the moments when he was the focus of everyone's attention, but he had never thought that he would be so embarrassed when it actually happened.

Half-kneeling on the ground, he brought a piece of news that made people laugh and cry. The moment he finished speaking, Carl let out an unbelievable cry.

At the same time, everyone behind him looked at Mr. Leon Wang, who was half-kneeling on the ground, with an incredulous look.

The awkward silence lasted for 5 minutes before Carl, the leader, asked doubtfully.

"Did I hear you correctly, Mr. Leon Wang? He is unwilling to negotiate, unwilling to engage in confrontation, and unwilling to seek help from the Ministry of Magic of any country."

"Without even the courage to meet, the French Ministry of Magic wants to surrender directly. This is what some people think."

"Or is it because your work is so outstanding that the entire Ministry of Magic has been infiltrated into a sieve."

Hearing this, Mr. Leon Wang was speechless. He did not stand up, but still half-knelt on the ground and spoke helplessly.

"It is not the idea of ​​a few people, but a joint decision of the entire Ministry of Magic's top management, although I am not under the management of the French Ministry of Magic."

"But I've been here for nearly five or six years, and in all this time, I've never seen them reach such a unified consensus on anything."

"There wasn't even any opposition. The only dilemma was the degree of surrender."

"Whether to kneel down now and find a way to stand up later, or simply kneel down and never stand up again, this may be the only focus of their argument."

Hearing such absurd remarks, not to mention Karl, even Mr. Strauss, who was used to seeing corrupt senior officials, was quite surprised and sighed.

"It's amazing how groups of even invertebrate single-celled organisms can form without adequate pheromone guidance."

"It's not necessarily possible for a biological being to act so uniformly. It seems like this aspect is despicable, shameless, and weak."

"These senior officials of the French Ministry of Magic are truly unrivaled."

At the end, Mr. Strauss couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

While he was sighing, Carl was in distress because his strategic goal was to bring chaos to the entire French magical world.

At the same time, it will cause turmoil in the entire magical community of continental Europe. Only in this way can the group of wizards in the British magical community be guaranteed.

During the impending subprime mortgage crisis, people would not flee to the European continent. After all, it is easy to consider which is more serious, having no money or losing one's life.

However, the actions of the French Ministry of Magic completely disrupted all his plans.

He had never imagined that there was a country's Ministry of Magic that could completely disregard its past historical honors and its reputation in the wizarding world.

Without even a symbolic resistance, he kneels down in front of you and calls you daddy.

You feel embarrassed to let go of that hand you raised high, after all, the other person has knelt down and called you daddy, you can't force him to stand up and resist.

If that's the case, neither myself nor the Saints organization can be called villains, but should be called psychopaths.

Thinking of this, Carl scratched his head in distress, and for a moment he really didn't know what to do.

While he was in distress, the saints behind him, who had already prepared for battle, all fell into deep thought.

Some of them even seemed a little impatient and shouted loudly because of the huge psychological gap.

"If all else fails, just kill them all. If we kill them all, the French magical world will inevitably fall into chaos."

“We have completed half of our goal.”

"You are an idiot." Another person immediately retorted, "Why should we kill them? They have already knelt down and surrendered."

"And they surrendered without any resistance, and yet they were all killed in this situation."

"Even the worst dark wizard wouldn't do such a perverted thing."

"Then what do you think we should do?" The person who was refuted shouted in dissatisfaction, "We have been waiting for nearly half a century."

"We finally waited for Grindelwald's successor to appear and lead us towards greater interests again."

"As a result, we are just standing here stupidly. I have already written a suicide note to my wife and I am ready to sacrifice myself."

"As a result, they are doing nothing now and surrendering. Who allowed them to surrender?"

The loud roar was so loud that it woke up all the birds in the woods on the entire hillside. Countless birds flew into the sky from the branches of the trees, making a noisy sound.

Karl couldn't help but look up and gave a meaningful smile.

Kevin Lestrange beside him turned to look at the two saints who had just spoken and scolded them expressionlessly.

"Be quiet. Have you forgotten the rules of the organization? You don't have Miss Grindelwald's permission."

"Who allowed you to discuss this without permission? According to the rules, you will be sentenced to death by heart-piercing punishment."

As he spoke, Kevin Lestrange took out his wand, ready to give the two saints a Cruciatus.

The two saints had no intention of resisting. They half-knelt on the ground, trembling all over, waiting for the judge's judgment.

After waiting for a long time, the pain that was worse than death still did not appear. When I looked up, I saw only...

The beautiful and noble Miss Grindelwald held down the Judge's right hand, which was holding up his wand, and looked at everyone with a confident and gentle smile on her face.

"There's no need to punish them. I pardoned them, but not for no reason. Their words just now reminded me."

"This whole thing should have been led by us. Who allowed them to surrender?"

"Without our permission, they don't even have the qualifications to kneel down. Even if they want to kneel, they have to stand there."

As he spoke, Carl looked at the only Muggle in the group, Mrs. Joseph, who was wearing a Saints uniform and looked like a widow.

He said gently with a smile.

"My dear madam, the French wizarding world is not just the French Ministry of Magic, it is also your Lestrange family's."

"You've spent so much money and supported so many people. It's time to let them play a role."

"If the senior officials of the French Ministry of Magic are unwilling to come, then let some people who want to come come. I believe in those nosy journalists."

“Some people are still not afraid of death.”

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